In her distant eyes is unfinished setting
That wistful evening lingering by
With silent clouds on a blazing sky
Then the imminent rush of rain wetting
Sparse hyacinth in nearby lake
And curled up roads half-awake

A choking lump stuck in middle of her throat
Getting the heart sooner bled
Than eyes could only tears shed
Then suspending downpour failing to note -
Mist in her eyes made to cease
By icy puffs of post-rain breeze

Helplessly watching her own bleeding dream
When she'd wanted a glimpse lone
No sun had from anywhere shone
And silent eyes held for one missing scream
Bound together in her faraway look
Flakes of hope, shattered and shook

Grief may now draw an opaque happy-curtain
Like how some men flowers save
Quietly beneath their own grave
And through forced smiles struggling in vain
Moisture'll show with no better choice
In sudden silence becoming her voice

Her eyes that have seemed dry for so long
Once where some liquid pearls sank,
Some stormy waves still visit the bank
As mute ripples creep into an earsplitting song
Hummed by rain and deafening slugs
Back there when her heart still tugs

Long after, if some night raindrops willow,
Will also crawl from all the years
To her eyes some hidden tears
And in a sultry sleep will stain her pillow
Perhaps that night once again
All throughout the pouring rain

Though leaving some to still remain
Saved for yet more comings of rain